College Life

By Jackalobe

Published the next chapter the same night as the previous one! Awesome!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans

Music listening to:

…Many, many C.D.'s, but a large portion of Coldplay music was used as inspiration in this chapter.

Dedication: FallingDarkAngel, she's always been a funny and supportive friend of mine. I love her like a sister, and I'm glad she came back to fanfiction! LOVE YOU, MY FRIEND!

WARNING! This story is rated PG-13 for: Language, sexual situations, drugs, rape, and cutting. If you are uncomfortable with this, I suggest you leave.

I don't want flames, especially since I warned you.

Chapter Eight: Bleeding to Breathe, Dancing in the Rain

"I am going to kick their asses to hell and back, how dare that bitch do that to Fay! OUR Fay!" Bee screeched, throwing her hands in the air. Raven nodded, looking sideways at Terra who stroked Faith's red hair as the girl whimpered unhappily in her pillow. Both Raven and Bee were up, pacing, exchanging rants.

"I am going to kick their asses to hell and back, how that bitch do that to Fay! OUR Fay!" Bee screeched, throwing her hands in the air. Raven nodded, looking sideways at Terra who stroked Faith's red hair as the girl whimpered unhappily in her pillow. Both Raven and Bee were up, pacing, exchanging rants. "I am going to kick their asses to hell and back, how that bitch do that to Fay! Fay!" Bee screeched, throwing her hands in the air. Raven nodded, looking sideways at Terra who stroked Faith's red hair as the girl whimpered unhappily in her pillow. Both Raven and Bee were up, pacing, exchanging rants. "I am going to kick their asses to hell and back, how that bitch do that to Fay! Fay!" Bee screeched, throwing her hands in the air. Raven nodded, looking sideways at Terra who stroked Faith's red hair as the girl whimpered unhappily in her pillow. Both Raven and Bee were up, pacing, exchanging rants.

"We should go over there now, and just totally kick their fat asses!" Bee ranted.

Raven nodded, "I promise Faith, we'll hit them so hard… their hair will bruise,"

About fifteen minutes ago, Raven had found Faith, who was sitting by the snack machine, crying her eyes out. She had been searching for her, since it had been an hour since she had left, and when she found her, she called Terra and Bee immediately. Bee had left Victor in the middle of a make out session, explaining it was an emergency, Terra and had left a restaurant, throwing money on the table. They were there in a matter of minutes, listening to Faith spill her story, all three of them twitching in anger.

"Raven, I-I don't th-think you should…" Faith blubbered, picking her head away from the wet depths of her pillow.

"You're too sweet Faith… it gets on my nerves," Raven snapped, "And I will kick their asses, whether you like it or not, apparently the ranch dressing didn't teach them a lesson!"

Terra snickered, but Bee frowned, "You know Raven, that's probably why they did it,"

"Don't give them that much credit, Bee. I doubt they could define the word 'smart' if their lives depended on it," The violet haired girl muttered.

"Well, if you do decide to kick their asses, let me at least pull the pink minx's hair, it freaks me out," Terra added. "Too much pink… too bright… gah!" She flopped to the ground, clutching her eyes. Faith giggled a little.

Bee snorted, "No way, my job,"

The blond pretended to sulk, crossing her arms. Faith sat up, wiping her tear streaked eyes. "I appreciate everything and I don't think I can ask for better friends…but I think I need to be alone for a bit, would you mind?"

Raven raised her eyebrows, "Are you kicking us out?"

Shook her head, shocked, "Of course not, I am going to the roof," She said, smiling a little. The thought made her brighten a little.

Terra grinned playfully, "You're not going to jump off, are you?"

Faith shot her a skeptical look, "I believe it would be correct in using the phrase, 'Yeah right',"

Bee nodded, "Good girl, next lesson, I'll teach you how to use the sentence, 'Hell yeah!'"

"Fay, wait," Raven said, looking out the window, "A storm's coming- I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I will be fine, do not worry," Faith answered, giving a half smile, pulling herself out of the window. She stood on the windowsill a moment, gazing at the edges of the roof.

A brief image of a little girl jumping off the roof flashed through her minded and she shut her eyes tightly, 'Do not think about it, do not remember, push it away!' She commanded herself, and looked back up. No one was there and she proceeded climbing. (A/N: Mmm, dark. Just a memory of hers…)

Meanwhile, back in her dorm room, Bee, Raven, and Terra departed, promising to come up with at least two diabolical plans to kill/destroy/or just plain torture Jinx, Mary Ann, and Kitten. They were joking only slightly.

Bee flopped down on her bed, still down right furious with Kitten and Jinx, turning Christina Aguilera's 'Fighter' very loudly. She yanked on her long, dark brown hair, feeling frustrated. Why did there have to be bitches everywhere she went?

Remembering her hellish days at high school, she felt a strong sympathy for herself, Raven, and Faith. She wouldn't let them ruin her life… she'd ruin there's before they could. She swore she wouldn't let girls like them ruin her life ever again.

A knock on the door shot her out of her evil thoughts, "Come in, whoever you are," she called. Victor walked in, looking at her queerly. "Hey, you okay?" he asked.

She shrugged, "Define it,"

He walked over, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Want to talk about it?" She felt a strong urge to hug him. She crawled over towards him, into his lap, surprised at how natural it felt, leaning her back against his chest. "Oh Vic, it's such unbelievable shit!" He nodded, stroking her soft hair.

"Spill it, Diva,"

And she did. Not pausing for anything but a breath, she told him everything, from Raven's encounter with the terrible three, to Kitten's attack of Faith.

"-and they are just… UGH! BITCHES! THEY ARE JUST HORRIBLE SKINNY FAT ASSED BITCHY BITCHES!"

Victor chuckled, "Done ranting?"

"It's not funny Victor, Faith was crying her poor eyes out. They called me a 'black ho'! And Terra slut! I don't see anything funny about this at all," Bee snapped.

He sighed, "Of course it's not, I just think it's amusing, all your rants against them,"

"Well don't you agree?"

"Of course I do, Bee!" He answered, impatiently.

"Are you just agreeing with me to not make me mad, or because you really agree?" She asked, icily.

"Bee, come on! You know me well enough to know the answer," He sighed, exasperated.

"I don't care, answer anyway, just for reassurance," She ordered.

He stared, "I'm agreeing with you, because I really agree. They are bitches. Happy now?"

"Yes, very, thank you," She said, snuggling into his chest, "So then you'll help us kick their asses?" she asked.

"I don't hit girls, Bee,"

"They aren't girls! They're just hell demons in slut costumes!" Bee protested.

He laughed again, "How about I sit back and watch, while you rant and rave?"

She pursed her lips, "Fine, but why the sudden tolerance for my rants? You said they were annoying,"

"I lied," He answered simply, and grinned, "Besides; you look so darn cute when you're angry,"

She blushed brightly, "Very well then, let me just gather my thoughts… okay…" She took a deep breath and began her rampage.

(The song The Scientist by Coldplay was played over and over again to write this…)

Terra felt sorrow swell in her chest, and she longed to have Brad hold her again. "Please don't leave," she whispered, and he turned towards her, surprised.

"Terra, it's okay…" His voice was so comforting, so sweet and familiar.

She shook her head stubbornly, "No it's not! Why do you have to go? Why can't you stay here with me? I… need you… please,"

He smiled, "Terra, you know I can't. I've been here for four days now; I need to be back at home. What about Thomas? And my job? And before you ask, you need to stay here too. I'll visit, I promise,"

Tears slid down her face, and she hugged him tightly, desperately. "But I love you,"

He nodded, "I know, Terra… I know," He stepped away, kissing a tear that seemed to be stuck on her cheek. He kissed her face again, and again, finding his way to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling so warm and wistful. The rain began to pour over them, but she didn't care.

"I love you too, and I always will," he whispered, and broke away. He held her hand for a long time, and then kissed it, dropping it and walking towards the patient cab.

She forced a smile, though the tears fell again. She watched with an aching heart as the cab drove away. With another breath, she let out a sigh. "I want to be with you so badly,"

It isn't easy being in love.

(During the entire section I wrote about Raven, I played 'Trash' by Korn over and over to get inspiration. Just a bit of an interesting fact…)

Meanwhile, Raven sat on her bed, with the lights dimmed so much; it was barely lighter than outside. She pushed her hair back behind her ears. Shuddering, she looked up sadly towards the window as thunder rang out dangerously.

"Should I get Faith?" she wondered, and stood to find Robin. "Only he would risk his neck to get her," she thought, rolling her eyes. Her hand barely reached the door handle when the door yanked open with a slam as it hit the wall. She jumped back, but gave out a nervous laugh as she saw Gar.

"Damn, you scared the shit out of me… Do you know wher-…?" She stopped when she caught his angry gaze. "Is something wrong?" she asked. She had never seen him this mad. She had never even seen him mad before!

"Damn right it is," he growled his voice low and cold. The words stung her, hard, feeling worried.

But she would be damned if she were to be intimidated by him, or show it. "Gar, what the hell are you talking about? Talk to me, come on," Her voice betrayed her and shook as she spoke.

"Okay, let's talk, Raven." He hissed, throwing her off guard. Her eyes widened. Since when had she not been 'Rae'?

Gar continued, "You can be a real bitch sometimes you know? I met a girl named Mary Ann today, ring any bells?" He snapped, looking a little scary. "She said you poured ranch dressing all over her, after she tried to apologize for her friends. She's a nice girl Raven, you have no idea what-,"

She cut him off laughing a little. 'So that's why he's so mad!'

"She lied. She insulted me, Bee, Terra, and Faith. You heard them! You didn't honestly buy her story did you? I expect an apology Gar, now; I don't exactly like being called a bitch, thanks very much." She kept her stare cold and hard, determined to win.

"That was her roommates, not her!" He argued. Raven felt her heart swell as he kept his cold, unforgiving gaze. 'Oh my god, why is he being like this?'

"YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE!" She retorted loudly, narrowing her eyes. "Why aren't you backing me up?"

"She told me everything! And besides, do you know what she goes through? She's abused by her own boyfriend! She has to live with those girls! To make things worse, she's got you bitching at her! God, what crawled up your ass?"

"You know what, Gar? I don't give a shit about her life. You weren't there, she was insulting them, and it wasn't damn Jinx or Kitten, IT WAS HER! I can't believe you'd believe her instead of me, I thought you were my friend," she growled, her voice full of anger. 'I thought you could have liked me,' she thought miserably.

"You don't give a shit about her life? Damn it, Raven, you should have seen her! She was in tears, and to make things worse, her bastard boyfriend showed up, and I thought she would die of fright,"

"You pity her? After what she did to me?" Raven asked incredulously, "I don't care if she had an abusive boyfriend, she doesn't have enough friends to keep her safe? That doesn't make it okay to be a total bitch to me,"

'No one ever pitied me when my dad hit me… no one helped me… no one cared… why should I? He's my friend, he should pity me…' Her thoughts were in turmoil as soon as he spoke of her having an abusive boyfriend. She was sensitive on it, it made her flinch, made her whimper. 'Why can't he see this is killing me? Why can't he see that it hurts! I thought he liked me…'

"Can't you just let it pass and apologize? The poor gir-,"

"I WILL NOT! I AM NOT GOING TO LET SOME SNOB WALK ALL OVER MY FRIENDS OR ME! WHY ARE YOU EVEN BEING NICE TO HER-,"

"BECAUSE I HAVE A HEART, RAVEN! YOU SHOULD FIND ONE!"

Raven's face paled, "Get out,"

"NO! I WANT TO TALK NOW-," He was suddenly thrown back from a hard punch in his eye. Swearing and doubled over in pain, he was silent. He gazed at her and was thrown back completely. It was a look of pure malice, it made him step back and feel Goosebumps grow on his arms.

"I am heartless? I'M HEARTLESS? WHY NOT SHOW A LITTLE SYMPATHY FOR YOUR FRIEND, HUH? LOOK, IT'S NOBLE AND ALL THAT YOU'RE PROTECTING DAMSELS IN DISTRESS, BUT IT WOULD HELP TO TELL YOU MY SIDE OF THE STORY! OR DO YOU NOT TRUST ME ANYMORE? NO, YOU TRUST MARY ANN, NOT RAVEN!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs, not pausing for breath.

"NO, RAVEN IS TOO BITCHY, COLD, AND HEARTLESS! I MEAN, SHE'S TOO COLD TO EVEN CARE, RIGHT? RIGHT? HONESTLY GAR, YOU'RE BEING A JERK, COMING INTO MY DORM LIKE THIS, SCREAMING ABOUT ME BEING A BITCH, WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHAT SHE DID! YOU'D POUR RANCH DRESSING OVER THE GIRL, IF YOU KNEW! BUT NO- YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMN STUBBORN, TO MUCH OF A MORNIC FREAK TO EVEN CONSI-,"

White faced, Gar shoved her away, causing her to stumble back and fall to the ground, letting out a soft scream. He didn't care, he had had enough. She crossed a line.

"SHUT UP, RAVEN! DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A FREAK, AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I'D NEVER GO OUT WITH YOU EITHER. THE THOUGHT MAKES ME LAUGH TOO! BUT OF COURSE, I'M BRAVE ENOUGH TO SAY IT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE, YOU COWARD!"

She paled, tears stinging her eyes. 'He hit me… he's just like dad…he never cared… he's just like dad…'

Gar stared at her, "…Are you crying?"

"You shoved me," she said, as though it were a simple fact recited from a text book.

"You called me a freak," he said coldly.

"You are," She didn't mean it, she knew it. To her own horror, tears spilled from his eyes. "Get out, Gar," she ordered, coldly.

"Why is it funny, Raven?" he asked, the tears falling. "What's so funny about us dating? Am I really too much of a freak?" The word had hurt him harder than anything.

She couldn't hear him; voices were pounding in her head too loudly. "Don't ever talk to me, again," she ordered coldly. "Don't ever touch me again,"

"Rae?" Gar whimpered slightly, but walked out, feeling confused. Was it because he shoved her? Why was it so funny for them to be dating…? Why had she laughed when Mary Ann asked her about it?

He felt a drop of water on his hand, and realized he was crying. He needed to get away, he needed …it.

He said he wouldn't.

He lied.

He said it was nothing to him.

He lied; it was everything to him right now.

It had been months since he last used it.

Until now.

Walking away, he opened the door, watching Robin pace the room, dialing something on his cell phone. Gar might as well have been invisible. He grabbed an unmarked shoebox from under his mattress, and walked away from the room as Robin swore angrily and dialed the number again, without a single word to Gar.

'You are such a loser- why would I go out with a freak like you?' He remembered the beautiful girl he had crushed on for so long. He beautiful voice, her curly red hair, pretty blue eyes. Her soft laugh. He had adored her. She was everything he wanted, pretty, funny, sweet, and had a passion for animals, like him.

One day, she changed. She had loathed him. 'A freak like you,' Repeated in his head, only it was now Raven's voice.

He saw kids mouthing the word, 'FREAK' to him. Giving him the loser sign. He remembered coming up to his locker junior year, finding his locker trashed with the word 'FREAK' spray painted across it. So many notes, all with the words of hatred, but the word 'freak' always stood out the most.

He knew he was true.

And he hated it.

Walking into an abandoned janitorial closet, he opened the box. Mary Jane… Marijuana. He had been on it ever since junior year, and never really felt the addictiveness of it. He knew he could stop. But it helped the pain, for a while. Taking a long puff of the strong smoke, inhaling its effects. Gar slid to the floor, feeling tranquil and somewhat sleepy. Not feeling the depression anymore, replaced by numbness, he closed his heavy eye lids, humming his old school spirit song. The song belonging to the place he loathed more than anywhere. The pot made it sound much friendlier… everything was friendlier… everything was colorful… Gar fell into a relaxed, dazed state.

Inside her room, Raven crawled to her bed and grabbed her pillow and a small pocket knife from her drawer. She crawled back over to the closet, sitting in the dark corners; she sobbed softly, memories of her past burning inside her, like a scar that wouldn't fade away…

"You stupid bitch, get up!" A hard, cold voice screamed. A sobbing twelve-year-old girl stood, her cheeks throbbing.

"Don't you dare cry, or I'll give you something to really cry about!"

She sniffed, swallowing all her tears, which came out into a whimper. But she remained quiet afterwards.

He stood, running his icy fingers down her cheek, "If you scream, or tell anyone, I'll kill you,"

He walked over to his bed, and smiled cruelly.

"Take your blouse off, and get over here,"

"P-please! Father, don't-," She begged, the tears falling again.

"Don't call me father, I'm master, remember?" She removed the blouse, her chest decorated with scars. He traced his fingers across her breasts…

Raven shrieked, banging her head against the back of her closet wall as hard as she could. Pain always made the memories go away. She felt as though she would suffocate, remembered the cold fingers, the dreaded voice, the icy feeling of with precious knife, the same one that had caused his own death. She gasped for breath, feeling as though she was getting no air. In sheer desperation, she sliced the knife across her upper arm. Not very deep, but the blood ran thick. She sighed in relief, the pain bring her out of the nightmarish memories.

With a confident sigh, she cut again.

(A/N: Not suicidal cuts, she isn't going to die)

(The rest was inspired by Clocks by Coldplay, brilliant song)

Robin paced his room, ready to go insane. It was eight thirty, and he and Faith had missed the movie. "She could have at least called!" he snapped, trying her cell phone once again. He got her answering machine yet again.

Angry and impatient, he threw the phone across the room, not checking to see if it had broken. He had been to her room, but there was no answer. "I should have asked Gar when I had the chance…" Robin growled, out of his mind in worry, remembering when the green haired guy had passed by, grabbing something… Robin couldn't remember, and jumped when thunder crashed loudly.

The rain poured down in buckets, he looked into the streets. Not a single person was out, which was odd. 'Is she on the… no! She wouldn't be on the roof, not in a thunderstorm like this… would she?'

The answer was obvious. 'Yes,'

With a scowl, he yanked the window open and climbed the slippery bricks with difficulty. He looked back down, and sighed. "Too late now, just keep going," He climbed and climbed, squinting from the rain, and sweating as he occasionally slipped on a brick. Soon enough, he lifted his hand to the edge, and gripped it hard. With a grunt, he pulled himself up, and fell to the roof.

"Robin?" A soft voice called. God how he loved that voice.

He turned, and found himself looking at a very wet Faith, her long red hair plastered against her, her jeans looking very wet and baggy, and her gray camisole tight on her skinny frame.

"What the hell were you thinking, Andrews?" he glared at her hard, and she flinched. "I was ready to call the cops!"

"Robin I was merely up here to think-,"

"IN A THUNDERSTORM?" He blew up, "Oh, and thanks for blowing me off at the movies," He knew he didn't really care about the movies, but he was feeling angry at her for making him so worried.

Her face fell and his anger flicker, "Robin, I am so sorry, it's was just… the snack machine, I was pushed, the blond hair, she yelled at me, you love her, I was crying, she said such awful things-Raven found me, I couldn't think so-I-went-up-here-to-just-rela-,"

"Star, stop!" Robin shouted, "Talk slower, I can't understand you,"

She nodded, and he saw to his surprise, a tear fall from her gorgeous green eyes. His anger melted like butter, and his eyes softened. "Oh Star, I'm sorry, don't cry,"

He was amazed at the power she had over him. With just a smile or a tear, his anger could be dissolved. She gave him a forced smile, and let the rain wash her tear away. "It started when I was getting Raven and myself a snack from the… snack machine, when-,"

Two minutes later, Robin was shaking in anger. '...How could I have yelled at her like that?'

"That complete bitch, she is nothing but a liar! Nothing she said was true, she was just being a rude, jealous, arrogant-," He paused when Faith held up her hand.

"Robin, hush… just relax, I do not care what she says anymore,"

He stared at her, "You didn't believe her, did you?" He prayed silently, 'Please say you didn't, please say you weren't hurt by her words for even a moment,'

She turned her gaze downward, flinching. "Faith…" he sighed.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice high and sounding sincere.

He winced. That was the last thing he wanted her to say. His chest swelled with guilt, as she sniffed softly. "Don't be, but don't ever think that I would intentionally hurt you,"

She looked up, "You promise?"

He nodded, "I couldn't hurt you, even if I wanted to,"

Maybe it was the way a smile burst into her face, or maybe it was the way the rain was giving her a soft golden glow, or maybe it was just the fact that he had never felt more attracted to her than he did now, but he didn't care. He leaned towards her, wanting more than anything to touch her. Stroking her hair, tracing his fingers down her cheeks and a single finger down her neck, she grabbed his hand, touching his cheek with her other. Her eyes widened as he kissed her softly, filling her with shock.

But she let him kiss her, let him touch her face, hair, back, neck… She couldn't believe what was happening, but she let him explore, she wanted him to, she had hoped that he would. She wanted to lie in his arms forever, feeling him kiss her, whether they were soft or hard, sweet or demanding, passionate or just a mere peck.

After a while he sat up though, smiling. The rain had drenched them both, and she took his hand into hers, pulling him up. "Dance with me,"

It wasn't an order; it was a request, like she had been waiting to tell him. Unable to deny her anything, he watched her spin gracefully and toss her head around, watching her wet hair spin around her. She laughed as she felt the cool rain splash onto her face and hands. It was an amazing, exhilarating feeling. She couldn't help not caring who was watching, or what she looked like, she just danced. She pulled him to her, and he slow danced with her, grateful for the classes his uncle had forced him to take.

'I could watch her forever,' Robin thought, smiling softly. The rain continued to fall all night, and they continued dancing, until it stopped and she hoped into his arms. He collapsed to the ground, and Faith watched as he fell asleep. She shifted so he had his arm over her protectively, and smiled, realizing something. 'I think… I'm in love,'

Something stirred restlesslyinside Robin's mind as he slept, 'You're only endangering the girl.

She will die.'

New update, faster than ever! I know the stuff with Raven and Beastboy was super dramatic, and I have much planned for them both…

Her cutting and his drugs were one of the main reasons this is rater PG-13. I WARNED YOU! LOOK AT THE NOTE ON THE TOP!

Yes, Faith has fallen in love, how happy. (Evil laugh) Or maybe not so happy…

Much less humor, by the way, sorry if you guys like it so much- I practically live for drama, myself… I'll be leaving for vacation very soon, so maybe I can fit a new update, but after all this typing, I need a little break. But there's hope! I've got many ideas!

Fare thee well,

-Rose